Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.